Kildeer Rest lāredys ñuqigon

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Shadowpaw awoke, but her sleep had been restless. In fact, it felt as if she hadn't slept at all. Was there anything more disturbing to a desciple of Starclan than a dreamless sleep?

Her body trembled violently from cold. Everything hurt, especially her heart. Odd odors and unusual herbal aromas made her nose twitch. A low, wise voice reached her ears…

Shadowpaw, disoriented, propped herself up on one elbow. “Don’t t-t-touch me,” her teeth clacked together as she shivered. “D-Don’t f-f-ucking touch me, b-bitch.” As far as Shadowpaw knew, the dark shepherd’s wife was complicit in her mother’s murder and her capture.

So she coiled in the corner like a viper. An unwilling hostage who wished for death but didn’t want it... her eyes swam in their sockets, desperately looking for a way out... or for the one-eyed shepherd, as if he was a ghoul who haunted every corner of Saatsine.